No More Clicking

I won't be clicking my shoes again . . . well, for four months.

There really is no place like home, is there? My sarcastic tone remains undetected. I mean, seriously. There is NO place like home. No place.

What happens when that haven suddenly becomes the greater of two evils? Usually you'd use that phrase to refer to the lesser of two evils. But neither deserves the title of "lesser" right now.

I couldn't be happier to be home right now. I've been asked that million dollar question, "Aren't you glad to finally be home?" And my new reply always is, "Yes - I'm so glad. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now."

Sometimes I wonder if I'll choke on my words. And then again - I always do.

Complaining is useless. It's pointless blabbing about the various crap that passes through my seemingly short life. Life gives me too many reasons to be happy, regardless of the disappointments that occur from time to time.

So in all honesty, I'll admit: I am very thankful to be home right now. Actually, I've never been so happy to be home in the past two years as I have been this month. I knew I would be coming home to things I didn't really want to deal with - but that is life. No one promised it would be fair or easy. Plus, it's a change from the drama that was usually unfolding at school. Even a trial can hold a blessing in disguise.

My days seem to bounce back and forth so much. It seems like the ball is completely in my court, yet I just can't seem to figure out which way I'm supposed to shoot.

Okay, I'll drop the cheesy analogy that is going absolutely nowhere. There are days when I am more than thankful to just be home, away from the difficulties (and the life) of school. I love school to death, but going home was inevitable - vital - a must! And I will be the first to admit that home is where I belong right now, and it is the only place I truly want to spending my time for the next four months. But there are days, just like this one, that I wish I had somewhere else to be. But is that not my greatest weakness? Wanting to run away once a problem starts? Sadly, this problem didn't just "start." But it is a problem I have to deal with and live with from time to time, regardless. I don't want to run away, but sometimes I wish I had someone to wipe away the tears when life at home seems so hard. I'm so thankful that I have my Savior to depend on in all times of my need. What a comfort it is to know that I am never alone.

So you won't find me Dorothorizing my way through bad situations - well - to the best of my ability, that is.

Besides, I don't have any sparkly red slippers :-).